Tarn can’t even growl his frustration; his damaged vocalizer has seized up from overuse. A knot of apprehension forms in his tanks. He continues to glare, taking the smallest step back.

Tarn isn’t sure what the beastformer wants from him, and he’s not sure that he wants to find out. His fist clench at his sides, preparing for a fight the he hardly wants.

Part of him wonders how many times he can get the shit beaten out of him before Spinister just stops repairing him.